All language subtitles for Silver Spoons s04e14 The Lady is a Tramp.eng

We're going to find our way.

Together, taking the time each day.

To learn all about those things you just
can't find.

To tilt the smoke together.

Well, what are you gawking at, little
boy?

What are you looking for?

The Hope Diamond. I lost it in here
somewhere.

I'm looking for something to eat. What
do you think?

Why?

Because breakfast is the most important
meal of the day.

But this is just stuff we threw out.

Why are you eating garbage?

I left home without my American Express
card, okay?

Now we both got it.

Look, are you going to be all right?

Oh, yeah, I just need a little vitamin
C.

You throwing out any orange peels?

Look, I've got to get back in now.

Hey, hey, hey, don't eat that.

It's going to make you sick.

Are you crazy?

I know people would kill for an avocado
sandwich.

That's tuna.

Green tuna.

And by the way, there's some stale
chocolate cake in that one.

You might like it. I had it last night.
It's good.

No, thanks.

I'm watching my figure.

Okay,

you're Rupert Metcalf.

You're British. You're thinking of
making a huge order of toys with some

American woman.

You come here for dinner and you have
shrimp and caviar.

Off of these.

Are you impressed?

I think it's illegal for an Englishman
to eat off Princess Di's face.

I'll get it.

Dad, have you ever been embarrassed
about how much money you have?

Well, sometimes I think I have more than
my share.

Well, what about people who don't have
anything?

I think we should help them any way we
can.

You mean give them money?

Well, not just money. If you really want
to make changes, you've got to get

involved. Oh, like you did in the 60s.
That's right. We had marches, protests,

sit -ins, love -ins.

What was your question?

I think you've answered it.

I've got to finish up outside.

Good boy.

Hi, Edward.

Hey, Dex. Hi, Dex. Hi, Rich.

I told Dexter that we were having Rupert
Metcalf for dinner on Friday and that I

was making the hors d 'oeuvres.

And he turned pale.

He's still not sure that'll impress old
Rupert. What are you saying? We're on

thin ice?

I'm saying we're at the bottom of the
lake.

Rupert Metcalf is a British gourmet.

Hot dogs and peanut crunchies are not
his cup of tea.

I resent that. I haven't made peanut
crunchies in a week.

How about pigs in a blanket?

Oh, no, no.

Listen, I'll tell you something. Leave
everything to me. I'll order a nice

poached salmon, a terrine of duck pate,
some nice little escargot. I'll even get

someone to help us serve.

Give the proceedings a little touch of
class.

I told you it would work.

Come on now, you can do it.

I'll be fine.

Would you stop? Stop shoving me.

Dad, Kate Dexter, I want you to meet
someone.

Dad,

I've been thinking.

We've got to find out who she is and if
she's got a family.

Don't get your hopes up, son.

Life isn't a fairy tale where everybody
lives happily ever after.

What do you think, Kate?

Is she all right, Keith?

No, she's not all right. She's had a
terrible chest cold. And I don't think

she's had a square meal in a month.

All she ever eats is frozen dinners.

And I mean frozen.

She has a terrible cough.

Why can't she stay here until she's
feeling better?

Wouldn't it make more sense to check her
into a hospital?

Well, I don't think she's that sick.

Why don't we just let her stay here?

Yeah, just until she's better.

Why don't we get her into a nice halfway
house or a neighborhood shelter?

This could be the neighborhood shelter.

Well, not for everybody, Dad. Just for
her.

How about it? Come on.

Rick, I'm very, very proud of your
attitude.

Then she can stay?

I didn't say that.

He didn't say that, but that's what he
meant.

Right, Edward?

Come on, I don't want to sound like
Scrooge.

So she can stay.

But only until she's better.

Okay, kid.

Who stole my duds?

Hey, you look different.

Save it, kid.

Where are my clothes?

I think my father buried them.

We'll buy you new clothes.

Look, I got to get out of here.

I got people to see, appointments to
keep.

I'm expected.

You can't go out there. It's 20 degrees.

With the wind chill factor, it's 10
below zero.

They're expecting four inches of snow
tonight.

What are you, a teenage weatherman?

Don't you have any family or friends?

Right now, I'd settle for clothes.

Look, there must be somebody I can
phone.

Someone I can contact for you?

No, there's not.

I mean, even if there were, they
wouldn't want to hear from me anyway.

Listen to yourself.

Look, look, stay here till you're okay.

You poison your garbage.

You steal my clothes.

You make me dress up like your father.

You are looking for a lawsuit.

Not more garbage.

Arlene's 8th birthday, November 20th,
1969.

Patterson Photo, Seattle.

Hello, operator.

But, Dad, if she came to the party, she
could borrow one of Kate's dresses, get

fixed up, and feel good about herself.

Rick, we can't make that assumption. Who
knows how she'd feel?

I can't believe the largest bar of toys
in England will be here in an hour, and

you want him to party with the leader of
the mole people.

Yeah, look, what's more important?

An order for your business or giving
back a human being or self -esteem?

Got an answer for that, Dex? Yeah.

Next week, we're meeting with a toy
buyer from Newark.

She can get back her self -esteem with
him.

Mr. Sutton. What is it? I think your
snails are burning.

Don't call them snails. They're called
escargots.

Yeah, well, one of your escargots is
trying to crawl out of the pants.

Excuse me a minute.

Kate.

Rick is suggesting that we invite our
guests to our dinner party. What do you

think? Darn, I forgot my other earring.

Aggie, did you bring me my other
earring?

Aggie? She finally told you her name?

No, but we had to call her something.

You know, you look fantastic.

I do, don't I?

Didn't I do a terrific job on her hair?

Whose brush did you use?

Took me longer to talk her into it than
it did to get her ready.

Ready for what?

Come on, Dad.

Ask her. Ask me what?

Uh, Aggie, Rick and Kate and I are
getting ready to have a little dinner

as you can see, and we'd like very much
for you to come.

Well, it's... It's very short notice.

But I'd be delighted to attend.

Great.

Well, in celebration, how about telling
us your real name?

No. Why not? We're your friends.

That name's associated with a past I'd
just as soon forget.

Why?

I forget.

No, tonight, I won't be me.

Tonight I'll be Agatha Winthrop III.

No, wait.

The first.

Why should I be the third?

Well,

the escargot have been rescued, the rose
arising, and I'm perspiring.

I didn't know we had company. You must
be Mrs. Metcalf, I presume.

Miss Winthrop, I'd like you to meet
Dexter Duffin. Dexter, Miss Winthrop.

How do you do?

Charmed, I'm sure.

Haven't we met somewhere before?

You don't expect me to fall for that
line, do you? You should have heard the

he tried on me in the kitchen.

Oh, I'll get it. It's okay.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mr. Patterson.

What'd you find out?

Look, hold on. I'll take this on another
phone.

Yeah.

So does this mean I get my robe back?

Maybe.

But not these.

Will somebody get the door?

I guess she doesn't do doors.

Mr. Metcalf.

Mr. and Mrs.

Stratton, at last.

Let me take your coat and hat. Thank
you.

Well, not exactly a fish and chip shop
you have here, is it?

Just your humble little toy maker.

Please come on in and I'll introduce
you.

Don't tell me. You're my dinner
companion.

Well, this is going to be a pleasure.

Agatha Winthrop, I'd like you to meet at
Rupert Metcalf.

And this is... I know where you got that
rosebud complexion.

Bet you don't.

Miss Winthrop is an outdoor type.

Ah, a sportswoman.

You're more of a collector.

Yes, you know, old things.

Like sculpture and old things like that.

Anything I can get my hands on.

Jolly good.

Well, Miss Winthrop, it is myth, isn't
it?

You and I seem to be off to a splendid
start.

Mr. Metcalf, you absolutely must try one
of these.

Ah, interesting.

What are they?

Burned snails.

Rick. Mr. Metcalf, my son, Rick.

How did you, sir? An American teenager.

I suppose you've been out back hula
-hooping.

Hula -whating?

Fine young lad.

Yeah. Could I see you for a minute in
the kitchen, Miss Winthrop?

Excuse us, sir.

You know, that woman would look regal in
rags.

Do you believe in miracles?

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

It's my old clothes.

Well, there are miracles.

Would you please sit down, Mrs. Mary
McClure?

How did you find out?

I found a picture of you and your
daughter, Arlene, in your trash bag.

You went into my luggage?

It wasn't locked.

Anyway, I phoned Mr. Patterson in
Seattle.

Who's Mr. Patterson? The photographer.

He checked back on his records to
November 1969, and there you were.

But that's not the best part. How dare
you go through my things?

Mr. Patterson found your daughter.

She's inert.

He wants to see you.

Look, I don't like you poking into my
business.

I just want to be left alone.

It's because you left your husband and
daughter 16 years ago, isn't it?

You are a regular snoop.

She still wants to hear from you.

Mr. Patterson gave me your phone number.

He wants you to call him.

So?

She knows where I am.

I'll be in the living room if you need
me. And the phone is right there.

She'd be in oil, I suppose.

She was.

Oil, grease.

Shopping malls.

I knew it.

I can spot old money like that.

I wonder what's detaining the dear lady.

I'll check it out.

So tell me, Mr. Metcalf, how do you like
America?

Oh, I love it.

I can't wait to immerse myself in your
culture.

Well, New York has a lot to offer. I was
thinking of Disneyland.

Yeah, Kate, can you come here, please?

Sure.

She's gone.

Why? Gone?

Yep, she left Eileen's phone number.

I'll bet she didn't even phone her.

Who's Arlene?

Mrs. McClure's daughter.

Who's Mrs. McClure?

Miss Winthrop. Miss Winthrop is Mrs.
McClure? Yes. How do you know all this?

The photographer told me. What
photographer?

Mr. Patterson.

Who's Mr. Patterson? Never mind him. I'm
still working on Mrs. McClure.

She's gone.

Mrs. McClure.

Now you've got it, Kate.

Well, where'd she go?

I don't know, Dad, but I've got to find
out.

I'll come with you, son.

What should I do about Mr. Metcalf?

You're an executive. Think of something.

Maybe the park.

We've been to the park.

Maybe the mall.

We've been to the mall.

Maybe the greenhouse.

We've been to the greenhouse, Rick. Come
on, we're tired, we're starving, and

we're freezing.

Now we know how she feels, Dad.

Try the greenhouse again.

Open up, Mr. McClure.

No, McClure here. Wrong address.

Please open up. We're getting frostbite.

Where were you born? In a barn? Close
that door.

Why did you leave?

Bloomingdale's was having a sale.

How about coming back up to the house
where it's warm and we can talk?

I don't want to talk.

Do you mind?

You forgot this.

It's our phone number.

If I gave you a bus ticket...

Would you go to Seattle?

Would you have offered Miss Winthrop a
bus ticket?

No.

I would have offered her a plane ticket.

First class or economy?

First class.

I'll take it. All right.

I'll make a reservation. You can pick it
up at the airport.

You don't trust me with the cash.

You know something?

You got yourself a pretty nice kid
there.

Nosey... but nice.

So, think she'll go?

Your guess is as good as mine.

You mean after all this, she could go
back to being a bad lady?

If she feels like it.

Unlike most of those poor souls, she has
a choice.

Let's hope she makes the right choice.

Whether she does or not, you did all you
could to help her.

You did good, son.

Thank you.

And Rick?

Yeah, Dad?

From now on, I'll take out the garbage.

To Eddie Toy.

Here, here. To Metcalfe's of London.

To me.

She's right, Eddie. The lady deserves a
bonus.

RuPaul, boy, she's going to get one.

To Miss Winthrop, wherever she may be.
Indeed.

Seattle, you say?

There was some talk of Seattle, yes.

And an airline?

I can't say more. I wonder if she's
buying Boeings.

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